Well as a bit of a writer myself, I thought I'd share my writing with you, and you'd share your writing, that way we can learn from each other. This is a story that I've begun and will try to finish, so don't mind the cliffhanger.
Prelude to Disaster
A veil of darkness covered the night sky, so much so that not even the moon was in sight. I was watching the town lights from my perch on a cliff. They had cast me out, rejected me, and all for something I had no control over. Alas it was their fault I became this abomination,
their fault I am no longer human!
You see, this town held a very sinister secret that chilled it's residents right to their very bones. In the center of the town there was a well that never held water, but the entrance to what the citizens both feared and admired. At the very bottom of the well there was a door that led to a science lab, in which the most vile and twisted experiments that the mind could ever conjure up were preformed.
I was a Guinea Pig, a test subject for one of the more radical experiments. They gave me wings and claws, trying to create an Angel of Death, a complete mistake. A failure from the start.
I once thought that these experiments were for the betterment of mankind, I was wrong, and this I realized far too late. I am unable to fit in anywhere, even the place that created the "new" me won't take me back. Hell, they've created a legend about me, about how I circle over the forest at midnight and eat any children who wander too close to my territory. Territory, they don't even think I'm slightly human anymore. They've even begun to cover up my creation, making it seem like I'm the spawn of Satan instead of a product of their sick habits. That is where I cross the line! It's time that people hear the truth about the evils committed in the town of Knives' Creek.
This all started when I was 9, I lived in a house in front of the well and I, like most other citizens, was very interested by it, always wanting to see what happened in the lab. Be careful what you wish for and all that, I guess. I never had any real friends, so I spent my lunches looking for any side entrances to the Lab, and I felt every time I was getting closer and closer to a break through, there was only the one entrance.
That didn't stop me from continuing to look until I was 12, that year I made my mind up, I waited until I was sure there was no more scientists and snuck down the well.
Mon Jan 22, 2024 9:45 pm by 
Subject: Stories that you've written 
